After this post last week about Gabe, I felt really guilty. He is such a good kid. I mean, honestly, I could not ask for a better son. He just has his moments and he’s really been testing us lately. I appreciate all the advice everyone gave me and you wanna know a secret?
It’s been better.
I think it was partly to do with Olivia’s health issues and my obvious stress and concern over it. I think it was partly to do with me putting my foot down and demanding respect. I think it was partly to do with being a mature, 8-year-old boy trying to figure out the pecking order. So I’ve tried some things and taken the advice and things are better. Much, much better. We’ve been talking. He kisses me before school. He even let me scratch his back the other night before bed.
I didn’t want you to think that he was a bad boy. Because he’s most definitely not. He’s an angel. And this past week I got proof.
He went to my sister’s and worked for 4 hours around her house to earn money. She said he worked super hard. Got a lot done.
He came home and went on ebay and found a set of Care Bears.
He bid on them and won.
He gave us the money and anxiously awaited the arrival of the package.
So that he could open the package and give them to his sister.
That’s some serious Bad Boy !!! right there.